This is a song about "Love of music"

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

My whole family was concerned of the music i had learned

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

“hop if your not spreading love then why do you even write music?"

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

My music is borderline insanity and of the horrocore genre,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Music and tabs of dixie land, take your luck with this rapper.

Track of tough love with tattered seems

I'm why baby mamas leave

I’m a plunger in the brew of this music shit_through with it

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

"hop if your not spreading love then why do you even write music?"

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid